Leeches

This is
What does itch.
A leech;
Stuck to my skin
Feeding upon me.

It pains not,
It seems unbotherable.

But slowly,
Eats me.

Unconcerned
I grow weaker,
Finally;
Adopted to it.
I assume its existence
Inevitable, unevicted.
Perfectly natural.

Tranquilled, oblivious
Of my potential,
To root it off..
Dated: 7 May,2011

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